After leaving 'Gearheart', Bartlett looked up at the sky and then down at the new watch he had bought. One of the hands on the dial was hovering near the 'one,' and the slightly longer one was pointing directly at the 'three.' It was a quarter past one in the afternoon, and the sun was dazzlingly bright.
The shop owner told him that, much like living creatures needing food, this pocket watch needed to be wound up regularly to ensure its stable operation. However, the watch didn't need to "eat" every day; once a week was enough to keep it fully charged.
Through the intricately carved dial, Bartlett could vaguely see the gears inside the watch working in an orderly fashion, their precision meshing and interlocking giving him a unique sense of mechanical beauty.
